"This might be a stupid question, but, you think there's anyone else that can fly? So you wouldn't be trying alone? Like a spotter?" Anytime someone wanted to try something new and unknown it gave Rick a sinking feeling, but that was just his instincts warning. He knew by now that the success of survival was by sticking together, not apart, even with the simple things.
Everything always seemed like talking circles with Marrowood. He never felt like he had any better idea of the place, no matter how long he spent there. Talking or thinking it over.
Rick offered her a weak smile, not entirely sure if her question was more a compliment or..something he should have been concerned with. Truth was he didn't know how sane he really was. "I haven't. Not truthfully. But I've cracked before, and the truth is that my people need me--the town needs all the help it can get. Losing yourself to fear and the bad things that happen just doesn't do anyone any good. The unfortunate truth is that either way life goes on and the problems don't go away. Not keeping it together just isn't an option."